I’ve passed by this house numerous times. But when I saw it today, it suddenly reminds me of the American dream: a house in the suburb with white picket fence. Even the fence of this house isn’t white nor made with wood.

Kings Point is the posh part of the town but under the pen of F. Scott Fitzgerald, it was where Gatsby’s house was, in the West Egg, which was less fashionable than Daisy Buchanan and Tom’s East Egg, with old money: the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water. The book came out in 1925, the story was about the summer 1922. The house looks in rather mind condition, at least 95 years later. The little park next to it is well kept. A good walk today.